Because the night

If I could write I would describe an image: shaded lamp lit faces reflecting each other, reflected back, bliss made real in the glowing warmth of living flesh.

Where one ends and the other begins is the business of daylight for now they inhabit a night of surprising strength, love and compassion.  Dear, dear kindness giving, forever forgiving and never enough.  Never, ever, enough.

Who know where the time goes ...